By 16, my parents did not really care what I was reading as they felt I was mature enough to handle just about anything.
I was going through some growing pains with my mother, and I was moved from my basement bedroom up to the second floor where the rest of the family was. During this move, my mother discovered “Prozac Nation” and freaked out due to the title/subtitle. She felt that I was trying to pull something, where as I had heard it was just a really interesting book and checked it out from the library. I had only just started it before my mother took it and returned it. Granted this was a severe overreaction on her part, but oh well.
I have actually never tried to reread it. Although I would like to sometime in the future.